singular thoughts of random moments inside this cube... an organizing chaos of astrange feelings... im lost in this moment of obscure clarity... blindsided by this dark ages...
running in this feris wheel of sadness I found myself... being building this tent of nothing preparing the act... soon it will all be gone... no more regrets... no more fun...
wrapped in a loud painful scream is the gift of silence... and the birthday cake will soon be put to rest... what was left of this clown will be forgotten... same as always... like you've always said...
Feb.5, 2013.
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